He and the blue one are mates.
But Yrene stiffened at the casual dismissal, and put a hand over her heart. I love Silba. Dearly. When she is gone from this world, will my powers cease to exist? She gestured to the gathered group.Doubtful, Dorian said. That cost, at least, was never demanded.
What of the other gods in this world? Nesryn asked, frowning. The thirty-six of the khaganate. Are they not gods as well? Will they be sent away, or just these twelve?Perhaps our gods are of a different sort, Princess Hasar mused.Can they not help us, then? Yrene asked, sorrow for the goddess who had blessed her still darkening her golden eyes. Can they not intervene?
There are indeed other forces at work in this world, Dorian said, touching Damariss hilt. The god of truth—thats who had blessed Gavins sword. But I think if those forces had been able to aid us in this manner, they would have done so already.Aelin tapped her foot on the ground. Expecting divine handouts is a waste of our time. And not the topic at hand. She fixed her burning stare on Dorian. We are also not debating who shall pay the cost.
Why. Rowans low question was out before he could halt it.
Slowly, his mate turned toward him. Because were not. Sharp, icy words. She cut Dorian a look, and the King of Adarlan opened his mouth. Were not, she snarled.To Lord Chaol! To the queen!
How far they both were from Rifthold. From the assassin and the captain.Arrows rose from the army beyond the wall, but a wave of icy wind snapped them into splinters before they could find any marks.
A dark blur plunged past, and then Lorcan was at the siege towers mouth, his sword swinging so fast Aelin could barely follow it. He battled his way across the metal bridge of the tower, into the stairwell beyond. Like hed fight his way down the ramps and onto the battlefield itself.Below, a boom began. Morath had brought in their battering ram.